Ch'en x Arknights 69P (Patreon)

Ch’en stood at the edge of the bed, her crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dimly lit bedroom. Her dark blue hair flowed loosely over her shoulders, the strands contrasting against the gleaming black of her thigh-high boots and elbow-length gloves. The stark lack of anything else on her toned body gave her an aura of dominance that matched the slight smirk playing on her lips.

“You’ve been staring,” she said coolly, tilting her head as her eyes narrowed. “What are you waiting for? Permission?”

He stepped forward, drawn by her commanding presence. “I just didn’t want to rush a good thing,” he replied, his voice low, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Ch’en’s smirk widened slightly. “Then stop wasting my time,” she murmured, her gloved hands resting on his chest as she pulled him closer, her lips brushing against his in a firm, demanding kiss.

He lifted her effortlessly, guiding her onto the bed. Ch’en’s boots brushed against him as she reclined, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly as she watched his every move. She gasped softly as his hands roamed over her bare skin, her breath hitching when his lips trailed down her neck.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she whispered, though her body betrayed her composure, arching into his touch. When he entered her, Ch’en let out a sharp gasp, her red eyes widening briefly. “Nghhh… deeper,” she moaned, her voice trembling as her gloved hands gripped his shoulders tightly.

Her legs wrapped around him, her boots brushing against his sides as he quickened his pace. The cool leather of her gloves traced along his back as her gasps turned into desperate cries. “Ahhh… yes… just like that,” she whimpered, her usual control completely slipping.

“I’m… I’m so close—ahhh!” Ch’en cried out, her body trembling violently as a powerful climax overtook her. He followed shortly after, his deep groan mixing with her soft cries as they both shuddered, their bodies entwined and breathless.

Ch’en lay back against the pillows, her dark blue hair splayed out around her flushed face. She adjusted one of her gloves absently, her red eyes sharp once more as she looked at him with a faint smirk.

“You’ve earned your place this time,” she said teasingly, her tone carrying its usual edge of authority.

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Don’t get comfortable,” she murmured, her smirk deepening as she traced a gloved finger along his chest. “The real test comes next time.”